Chapter 4
Sapphire Sword
Will walked down the street, a angry look in his eyes. Lyra followed closely behind. Ever since Will separated from Lyra, Kirjava was aware that these eyes were to be feared. He had looked like this only once. When kids from school insulted him and his mother for his behaviour and his mum's worried appearances.
"Where is he going?" Pantalaimon asked Kirjava.
"Hmmm. To a blacksmiths" Kirjava said sternly
"Why?" Pantalaimon responded
"Don't you see Pan? Will is going to get the knife mended!"
"No!" Pan gasped and nearly fell over a loose flagstone. They were passing the Tesco supermarket by this time. Then Kirjava spoke again.
"Yes he is. His feelings cloud his truthful judgement. This can be good in one way and terrible in the other-"
"Lets just hope this is the good way" Pantalaimon interrupted.
"We all do." Lyra butt in. She had heard the last few sentences and only just realised what it meant. "But… the knife will be too small. There's a good chance Will might be injured in the usage of it"
"True" Kirjava pointed out
When Pantalaimon, Lyra and Kirjava looked up from their conversation, they realised Will was staring at them.
"I said what are you talking about?" Will asked the three beings in front of him.
"Will…" Lyra walked up to him. "Do you really want the knife to be repaired?"
"What?" Will shuddered and took a step back "Two things. One, the knife should be used for a purpose. That purpose is to get Mary back. Two, I can't risk loosing you too…" Will trailed off.
"Come Titallicus!" an echoed voice spoke clearly into the distant blackness of the night. The night Panther walked up the crystal stairs carefully like it was a burglar in the house of a victim.
The Panther was a deep black that if you looked closely, you'd think that you'd lose yourself. However, it was not all black. It had five magnificent silver slashes on its back like the moonlight would reflect off water. It had blood red eyes and on it's left eye, there was a small sharp scar going across from one side to the other. As she walked up the stairs, her ears were pointed up. But as she reached the landing, they had sunken down like a puppy would trying to get sympathy.
"Come" the same echoed voice. Softer than before, yet, with a strong tone that made it to be feared. "We must not be late for our meeting with the boy. And if he's foolish enough, he'll bring the girl."
The man who was talking clapped his hands, and as he did, four flame torches lit up like magic.
The Man was sitting in a mouldy stone chair. He was wearing a black cloak with five silver slashes on it just like the panther's back. He had black trousers, which were cut around the knees, revealing a greyish skin with some deep scarlet blood on.
"But Master Sabress." The Black Panther spoke with a tone so peculiar that it would be hard to tell her meaning behind the tone. Sarcasm, horror, or even wickedness. "Those two mortals have been through enough. They'd know it'd be a trap"
"On the contrary my dead Titallicus." The man replied turning towards the panther, Titallicus. His face had the same greyish skin and his eyes were a blue crimson colour. "The boy is filled with fear and anger. His mind is not his any more. Only his dæmon can think straight. But I doubt that even Kirjava will be able to persuade him."
"But what if the girl can?" Titallicus pointed out.
"We'll just have to find out." The man started to walk down the crystal stairs. "Time will tell… sooner or later… time will tell"
The Blacksmith looked around. There was a thumping of the door. Who could this be? He thought sternly. I'm closed. Can't those people read?
He opened the wooden door and looked out.
"What the!" he said in a low tone. What he saw were not adult customers, quite the opposite. "What do you two want?"
"We want to come in," the boy asked seriously.
There were two people and two animals. One boy, the one who spoke. One girl, standing behind and to the right of the boy. A cat and a pine martyr.
"What do you two really want?"
The dark haired boy put his hand into his pocket and pulled out several shiny pieces of metal.
"I want this mended" the Boy said in the same serious tone
"Hmm. Tell me boy. What was it before?" the blacksmith asked curiously
"A knife."
The blacksmith's neck snapped up to meet the boy's gaze. He looked into the black eyes and he saw anger. His eyes returned to settle on the knife pieces. He slowly took a piece and tried to cut a piece of metal.
The metal he tried was part of a iron hammer. The handle snapped off with a swipe. He gasped and looked back to the boy.
"What is this metal called?"
The boy suddenly looked thunder struck. He didn't know the older man just knew it. he probably just picked it out of a bin.
The girl with the dirty blond hair stepped forward "We don't know."
"Even if I did repair it. You'd both realise that I could be sued for giving you a weapon." They both nodded. "but even you would be in danger. This knife would only be around 2 inches long."
The two children looked at each other
"If you wanted to be safe. I would need to use a larger amount of this… stuff."
"If I got you some…" the boy trailed off "…could you make a sword?"
"Sure" The Blacksmith said.
"Oh yea! By the way, I'm Will. This is Lyra. He said nodding towards the girl. She smiled in return. And this is Kirjava and Pantalaimon he said nodding at the two animals.
"I'm John." The blacksmith introduced himself. "A pleasure to work with a world hero"
Will stared at John. Did he know? About their past? He decided not to ask. All he needed to know is how to find more of that metal.
Then the Sword would be born into their world
Sapphire Sword
Will walked down the street, a angry look in his eyes. Lyra followed closely behind. Ever since Will separated from Lyra, Kirjava was aware that these eyes were to be feared. He had looked like this only once. When kids from school insulted him and his mother for his behaviour and his mum's worried appearances.
"Where is he going?" Pantalaimon asked Kirjava.
"Hmmm. To a blacksmiths" Kirjava said sternly
"Why?" Pantalaimon responded
"Don't you see Pan? Will is going to get the knife mended!"
"No!" Pan gasped and nearly fell over a loose flagstone. They were passing the Tesco supermarket by this time. Then Kirjava spoke again.
"Yes he is. His feelings cloud his truthful judgement. This can be good in one way and terrible in the other-"
"Lets just hope this is the good way" Pantalaimon interrupted.
"We all do." Lyra butt in. She had heard the last few sentences and only just realised what it meant. "But… the knife will be too small. There's a good chance Will might be injured in the usage of it"
"True" Kirjava pointed out
When Pantalaimon, Lyra and Kirjava looked up from their conversation, they realised Will was staring at them.
"I said what are you talking about?" Will asked the three beings in front of him.
"Will…" Lyra walked up to him. "Do you really want the knife to be repaired?"
"What?" Will shuddered and took a step back "Two things. One, the knife should be used for a purpose. That purpose is to get Mary back. Two, I can't risk loosing you too…" Will trailed off.
"Come Titallicus!" an echoed voice spoke clearly into the distant blackness of the night. The night Panther walked up the crystal stairs carefully like it was a burglar in the house of a victim.
The Panther was a deep black that if you looked closely, you'd think that you'd lose yourself. However, it was not all black. It had five magnificent silver slashes on its back like the moonlight would reflect off water. It had blood red eyes and on it's left eye, there was a small sharp scar going across from one side to the other. As she walked up the stairs, her ears were pointed up. But as she reached the landing, they had sunken down like a puppy would trying to get sympathy.
"Come" the same echoed voice. Softer than before, yet, with a strong tone that made it to be feared. "We must not be late for our meeting with the boy. And if he's foolish enough, he'll bring the girl."
The man who was talking clapped his hands, and as he did, four flame torches lit up like magic.
The Man was sitting in a mouldy stone chair. He was wearing a black cloak with five silver slashes on it just like the panther's back. He had black trousers, which were cut around the knees, revealing a greyish skin with some deep scarlet blood on.
"But Master Sabress." The Black Panther spoke with a tone so peculiar that it would be hard to tell her meaning behind the tone. Sarcasm, horror, or even wickedness. "Those two mortals have been through enough. They'd know it'd be a trap"
"On the contrary my dead Titallicus." The man replied turning towards the panther, Titallicus. His face had the same greyish skin and his eyes were a blue crimson colour. "The boy is filled with fear and anger. His mind is not his any more. Only his dæmon can think straight. But I doubt that even Kirjava will be able to persuade him."
"But what if the girl can?" Titallicus pointed out.
"We'll just have to find out." The man started to walk down the crystal stairs. "Time will tell… sooner or later… time will tell"
The Blacksmith looked around. There was a thumping of the door. Who could this be? He thought sternly. I'm closed. Can't those people read?
He opened the wooden door and looked out.
"What the!" he said in a low tone. What he saw were not adult customers, quite the opposite. "What do you two want?"
"We want to come in," the boy asked seriously.
There were two people and two animals. One boy, the one who spoke. One girl, standing behind and to the right of the boy. A cat and a pine martyr.
"What do you two really want?"
The dark haired boy put his hand into his pocket and pulled out several shiny pieces of metal.
"I want this mended" the Boy said in the same serious tone
"Hmm. Tell me boy. What was it before?" the blacksmith asked curiously
"A knife."
The blacksmith's neck snapped up to meet the boy's gaze. He looked into the black eyes and he saw anger. His eyes returned to settle on the knife pieces. He slowly took a piece and tried to cut a piece of metal.
The metal he tried was part of a iron hammer. The handle snapped off with a swipe. He gasped and looked back to the boy.
"What is this metal called?"
The boy suddenly looked thunder struck. He didn't know the older man just knew it. he probably just picked it out of a bin.
The girl with the dirty blond hair stepped forward "We don't know."
"Even if I did repair it. You'd both realise that I could be sued for giving you a weapon." They both nodded. "but even you would be in danger. This knife would only be around 2 inches long."
The two children looked at each other
"If you wanted to be safe. I would need to use a larger amount of this… stuff."
"If I got you some…" the boy trailed off "…could you make a sword?"
"Sure" The Blacksmith said.
"Oh yea! By the way, I'm Will. This is Lyra. He said nodding towards the girl. She smiled in return. And this is Kirjava and Pantalaimon he said nodding at the two animals.
"I'm John." The blacksmith introduced himself. "A pleasure to work with a world hero"
Will stared at John. Did he know? About their past? He decided not to ask. All he needed to know is how to find more of that metal.
Then the Sword would be born into their world